!ChatGPTOn Sunday morning, I didn't get out of bed for a moment. I called Nora a couple of times —without success—, and since I didn't talk to my best friend and no one answered me, I stayed sprawled in bed. I imagined the harsh words my parents would say to me if they saw me coming down after seeing me get out of Jax's car wearing the dress my father hated. If I had seen Samay... if I had seen her, because she had gone to sleep at her stupid boyfriend's house, and they had arrived around eleven in the morning.My phone rang at exactly twelve o'clock with an unknown number, and I answered it hearing my sister's and Adam's voices in the background."Where's your sister Andra?" Adam asked. Idiot, she doesn't have any more sisters. "We need to say good morning to her.""You know she doesn't like being bothered..."No, it wasn't that I minded being spoken to, it was that he and Samay's friends were horribly unbearable. I hated them. I got out of bed dragging my feet on the hardwood floo
I had him so close that I felt my sanity slipping through my fingers; I was losing track and sensibility. I wanted to jump on him —although I was already almost on top of him— and devour him, and not just with kisses. His cologne was stronger and more intoxicating now; before, it was mixed with alcohol and smoke, but now —despite the smell of marijuana— I was so close to him that I hoped my hair would carry his scent."Are you going to slash my motorcycle?" His fingers tingled against my hand on the other side of his hip, and he pulled me damn close to him —"Have the guts to touch my bike...""And so what, Jax?" I raised my head, and rested one of my hands on his hard chest. I had thought about sitting on his lap, but it wouldn't work; my thong would be visible, and I didn't want that —"If you don't have threats for women, shut up" —I smiled with tight lips and lightly slapped his somewhat rough cheek —"But seriously, Jax, why are you doing this? You're young, how old are you to be al
The Beta house was known for being the second-best, the house full of guys who hadn't been able to get into the Alpha house. Gradually, it had ceased to be a house of second-best to become a fraternity of parties and alcohol—it was the best at throwing parties. It was completely packed, with people at the entrance of the house already swaying, many of them dressed in yellow and blue—the colors of UCLA—with painted faces, or shirtless guys with a bear face drawn on their bellies. Mason Lee had the letter L written all over his torso in yellow, and he had painted around it in blue; he seemed pretty drunk already because when I passed by him and his slightly slanted eyes locked onto me before he wrapped his chubby arm around me, he smelled strongly of vodka and marijuana."Hey, my favorite babe!" he shouted.I pushed—or tried to—his overweight body, but I couldn't break free from his octopus-like hug. It had taken me a bit longer to get out of the car, and Nora and Abby had already enter
The car fell silent for a few seconds, there was no background music, and I tried to exhale the smoke as quietly as possible so as not to break the silence —even though you could hear the cars passing by us—. Santa Monica Boulevard was a busy place, it passed through the entire state route of California, and I still didn't know where he planned to take me through that place."You've heard shit about me —damn right I have; I've heard it all, even that I'm a killer!— why the hell do you keep being such an asshole wanting to deny that?"I shook my head. He didn't understand. Shit was also said about me, even in my posh school they made up stuff about me; that I was a slut, that I went to illegal places, that I did drugs... many of those rumors had reached my parents, and because of that, they distrusted me so much, because of those damn rumors I didn't have a peaceful life. And yet, I didn't hide my good side, Nora brought it out, because she loved me and supported me. Maybe Jax Jones ju
I was going over the children's drawings that I had painted throughout the course on my desk with my black marker. I had no interest whatsoever in what Miss Wood might have to tell us about numbers or equations. Nora, beside me, kept jotting things down in her notebook; of course, she liked math, but I had been failing at it for years, and I doubted this year would be any different."Do you want to at least pretend you're doing something productive, girl?" Nora glanced at my empty desk when the teacher paused to address a question. "Damn, you haven't even taken out your pencil case, lazy ass.""This teacher has it out for me. I hate this school, and even more so this subject."I really hated it, and I had reasons: 1) the uniform was ugly, hideous, dreadful, and painful to look at; 2) the colors green and mustard yellow were the most accurate combination to represent how crappy the school itself was; 3) the football team was a bunch of jocks who kept studying because of their parents'
I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol. "You're pretty lonely, aren't you?" I gripped my vodka glass tightly and turned, digging my bare toes into the sand. Jordan had never made me nervous, and that day it wasn't his blue eyes or his bare torso that made me tremble as if I had touched a fork to a socket; it was the fact that next to him stood the well-built body of Jax Jones, with nothing covering his torso or the two